Dear old friend

Dear (old) friend,

How are you? I think of you all the time but somehow, I never find the time to tell you about it. Phone calls are cheaper, email/text is free, and we are often in the same city. Yet there is a silence between us that Skype or WhatsApp cannot bridge.

We are not angry with each other. In fact, I would love to hang out with you. So why is it so difficult to pick up the phone? Why can I not find a moment to reminisce about that time we cut class to watch a movie? What about when I stalked your crush for you? Or when we scaled a wall past midnight to get back to our rooms without our parents knowing? Can we laugh once again about that time when I fell off the stage as we were dancing?

I’d like very much to tell you about my life and know a bit more about yours. I have an average, uneventful life but I like the rhythm, the rituals, the peaceful joy of the ordinary. How did you meet your husband/ your wife/your partner? Do you enjoy being alone or do you crave to be with someone? How did you construct this beautiful life of yours? I sometimes check out your kids’ photos on Facebook and they remind me of you, when we first met in kindergarten. He/she has your smile.

Old friend, people drift away, I know. But lately, I’ve been missing you. Age has made me appreciate our time together.

Do drop me a line. We should get in touch, while we still can.

Photo credit: La Place Maubert, Paris 1954, Edouard Boubat (found on Pinterest)